Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15683 | 2023-01-01 23:18:50 | 169.72 | 99% |
| 11276 | 2021-10-26 20:40:11 | 172.05 | 100% |
| 1332 | 2019-04-10 20:26:47 | 160.30 | 99% |